[color=D6CC88]In the dark security of the supply closed, with Wyth's bulk warming her and his coarse fur prickling her face, Amuné vented the tangle of emotions that tried to choke her.  The world didn't pull its punches just because she was a child.  Indeed, she often got hit harder, simply because she didn't have the wisdom and skills that came with age.  It took her several minutes before she managed to get a handle on her composure, and even then she didn't head out immediately.  Instead she listened to the soft sound of Wyth purring, her fingers running through the thick fur around his neck and seeking out the the bony spots behind his ears to scratch.  Her thoughts turned to the latest dilemma she faced.  She did want to be useful, she did!  And that meant she had to learn to look after herself better.  If Kensen wasn't interested in helping, who else could she ask?  Maybe Norman?  He was nice.  Or maybe Cecil could figure out how to use the crossbow, and he could show her.  He was about her size, too, so that would make it a lot easier to mimic him.  It could work.

With a plan of some sort, the girl felt much better.  Having some direction to move in was always encouraging.  She snuffled, and wiped her face on her sleeve.  "Get up and lemme out, Wyth," she told him, giving him a last pat.  He made a whffing noise and got to his feet, his tail and haunches shoving the door open as he stretched.

It was lucky for Adrianna that although the door to the closet opened outwards, it did so with no great speed and she had plenty of time to get out of the way.  Wyth emerged, followed by a rather disheveled Amuné.  She was not expecting the young healer right there, and stopped in her tracks with a guilty expression.  Her eyes were still puffy and red, and while she'd dried up her cheeks it was easy to tell she'd been crying.  "I -- ah, sorry, didn't know you were there.  'Scuse me, bye!"  She turned tail and made to flee the hallway, heading down the hall towards the infirmary.  She'd only met the young man briefly, and while he seemed alright, she was worried he might wonder what she'd been doing in the supply closet wtih the door closed.

It wasn't that easy, though.  Even as she turned away, he asked if everything was okay, and if she kept going then Adrian would know she wasn't telling the truth.  She stopped and looked at him.  "Uh-huh, I'm just gonna see if the healers need any help with anything."  Her guilty conscience made his expression into an accusation, and Amuné grimaced.  "I should be practicing with Mr. Gage but he scares me.  And he's angry again, and...and I'll find him later, promise, just not right now."  She twisted her fingers together, already dreading that eventuality.[/color]